This one doesn’t make any sense at all. :-) Too bad.
You can never really understand the opposite sex. Never.
"I get a little damp, Bill."
Nope... -G
But... They were in the back row. :-) -G
Can't win 'em all... -G
Hopefully daily, but likely erratic updates about new and changed stories, things I've heard about and seen, and almost anything else I can think of. If sex disgusts you, you're in the wrong place. Move along, there's nothing here for you. Still here? Great!
This one doesn’t make any sense at all. :-) Too bad.
You can never really understand the opposite sex. Never.
"I get a little damp, Bill."
Many, many years ago I somehow inherited a tatty, well-read little paperback book entitled I, A Woman. It wasn’t the best written piece of literature, but it was stunning in its directness and I read it a number of times…
One of the startling pieces of the book, to me, was the location of one of the many assignations. This story is an attempt to re-imagine the place, if nothing else. There is a chance of course that memory fails me, and in fact this all happened in a different book. :-)
Perhaps it was just the weather.
He didn't kiss like a geek, or like a pervert. His lips were soft and slightly cool, dry, and very nice. He didn't seem to be in any sort of a rush, and just put his effort into kissing.
He was still staring at my dark bush and my pendulous breasts when I dragged him to the bed and helped him to climb on me.
I’ve been working on a few experiments lately.
Firstly, I had a try at managing a blog for my stories on tumblr. It was fun, but it’s such a visual medium that I don’t think stories can have much of an impact, so I’m not going to keep it up. As part of the experiment though, I also started a couple of thoroughly visual picture blogs, and reblogged some interesting images. It’s much easier to be noticed that way…
So now? I think I’ll stick with my stories group, and this blog, along with postings at SOL and ASSTR.
And try to write something…